A Crown for Cold Silver by Alex Marshall

"It was once all going so properly, correct up until eventually the massacre."

Twenty years in the past, feared basic Cobalt Zosia led her 5 villainous captains and mercenary military into conflict, wrestling monsters and toppling an empire. while there have been not more titles to win and less worlds to beat, she retired and gave up her legend to history.

Now the peace she carved for herself has been shattered through the unprovoked slaughter of her village. looking bloody vengeance, Zosia heads for conflict once again, yet to discover justice she needs to confront grudge-bearing enemies, once-loyal allies, and an unknown military that marches below a well-recognized banner.

A ways to the north of the Empire lies the scary Chaos Wastes, domestic of the darkish Powers and their mutated servants. As they head into this sinister sector, brothers-in-arms locate their destinies thrown into turmoil as their struggle opposed to the hordes of Chaos rips them asunder Such is the damaging strength of this fallen land, that the most powerful of buddies can quickly develop into the main sour of enemies, hurtling inexorably in the direction of a last cataclysmic showdown.

Anok Wati, a tender warrior of the streets, moves a pact with an historical and forbidden god who offers him a probably very unlikely job. to resolve the mysteries of the earlier and avenge his father's loss of life, Anok needs to subscribe to the sinister cult of the snake-god Set—and smash them from inside.

With the thrones of the Sovereign 5 damaged, the dominion sits near to wreck. a brand new probability rises from the north -- an alliance among rulers. whereas the Earl and the Countess plot for the throne, King Crevan slips deeper into insanity. All in their fates are intertwined and will but be tied to a boy from the mountains.

Set opposed to the turbulent backdrop of the Italian Renaissance this trade heritage happens in an international the place genuine faith-based magic exists. Our hero is Damiano Dalstrego. he's a wizard's son, an alchemist and the inheritor to darkish magics. yet he's additionally an blameless, a tender student and musician befriended by way of the Archangel Raphael, who instructs him within the lute.

Maric asked. ” The thought made her grow silent, and her eyes became distant for a moment. Then she brusquely turned to walk to the great doors at the end of the hall. Maric followed her, the others falling in line behind them. “The fact that he is still alive is remarkable enough, and speaks of something unusual. ” “And if it does? ” “Then we kill every one of them that knows,” she said somberly. He believed she meant it. The idea that this small band could be a threat to the darkspawn, rather than the other way around, seemed surprising to him, but perhaps it shouldn’t be.

Would he even see whatever was approaching him? His inability to adjust to the utter blackness around him was maddening. The steps grew louder, echoing until they were ringing in his head. And then came the grinding sound of a metal door being opened, and suddenly there was light so bright it seared his eyes. He shouted in pain and recoiled, covering his face as he did so. “My apologies,” came a male voice. It was soft and oddly resonant, with an unearthly timbre, yet not unpleasant. The words seemed clipped, as if the speaker was unaccustomed to using them.

Fiona patted Hafter on his belly to indicate she was done, and he sighed contentedly and rolled back over.